For The Low (part.2) (ft. Lil Bibby / Juicy J)

I still got what the fuck you need nigga

What you sayin?

Hit my phone

Hannn

I still got what you need nigga

Coke, pills or leaves nigga

I still got what you need nigga

Coke, pills or leaves nigga

Bitch I’m the man, bitch I’m the man, bitch I’m the man

Bitch I’m the man, bitch I’m the man, bitch I’m the man

Bitch I’m the man, fuck is you saying, bitch I’m the man

Bitch I’m the man, bitch I’m the man, bitch I’m the man

I get to the cash

These niggas is crafts, they making me laugh

I walk in the mall, grab what I want, put that on my tab

Fuck is you saying, fuck is you doing, why is you playing

You don’t do what? Wait on this porch, call you a cab

My niggas be whipping and flipping the dope

Dissing my lineup could get you some smoke

They know lil bibby got shit for the low

I’m out of town, you just hit up my bro

(Hey hold up, how many you want?

I’m finna meet you right there man

By that cut on 78th and kingston)

Young nigga still serving them j’s

Peyton manning, I be making them plays

L’s to the grave, remember them days, I’m stuck in my ways

And we got them choppers

Trust me when I say you don’t want them problems

We blow at them oppers, my young niggas shotters

You die or you gonna need doctors

Still keep it real, still counting hundred dollar bills

Still on that weed, never pills

Still probably fucked your bitch, let her chill

Still rolling kush after every meal

Still pushing foreign wheels, still tell you how I feel

Be a real ass nigga, smoking up when I want

The next one I roll gon be bigger

I’m drunk as fuck off that liquor

Don’t make no mistakes

Sold out my tour now all I want to do is smoke and skate

Wait, the hating only motivate

I got more cash, I hope she got more ass to shake

I’m smoking great, I roll one, don’t procrastinate

I pass the nick, get money at a faster pace

My weed is killer, assassination, shit, goddamn!

Still got them goons, still got

Them shooters, fuck is you thanking?

Yea I got plaques on the wall

But still got niggas that’ll come and stank you

My dogs do karate, walker, texas ranger

If I instagram your bitch, imma make her famous

I've been going hard since 2 years old

Juicy j, I be runnin' through these hoes

All these niggas got somethin' to say

Till I pull up to the club in the ufo

Dancing in these streets on these brand new forgiatos

Come and try me, think you slick?

Fully auto full of hollows

Fuck is you hating for, I came from

The bottom now I’m making dough

Move out my way and let me make some more

I chase the cash, you chasing hoes

Stupid nigga wasting all your time tryna spoil that dirty bitch

And she gon hit up the club

Tonight and suck a rich nigga dick

(Get some money!)